Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me the Ass

Ha, say scientific, 3 C-F Mafia (that's my crew)

Yo, on the real homey, let me let you about me
Cause ain't too people who can talk about me
See frontin' nothin', who they tryin' to jerk
Half of them niggas talkin' pay for the work
They in my pocket, this flow, can't stop it
Shit, 20 bricks and a team to mop it
Who knock it?
Get blown out the (Hey, who's gettin' money?)
the topic
Stay true, in it for you
I know you get down, Martinies and Malibu
a dream, pay attention to the sceme
Follow the rules and we could all get

Baby if you me the ass (baby if you give me the ass)
Maybe you might see some (maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving to fash (if you think I'm to fash)
We can lace this blunt with

Les:
Where you
Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma
new joint (what?)
Give it to you radio style, so can groove
Gotta make move in 9-7
Attack the most hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't gettin' no

No doubt, mix the Guinstout, with the 40
the majority, stay bent
With tobacco on the pavement
Feelin' my beats from the basement, on one cut
No shit (shhhhh)
That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar

Yo shortie rock we can wine and
But in time let me remind, eventually I to be
Somewhere behind you, you
Never the less here to you
Take you outta def and and unblind you
No shortie, don't laugh
It's all math, material things don't last
So this L and parlay with me
tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me

Pyscho
Son this beat is mad hot, 100
Slide the sun roof, catch a breeze
Let out the from the trees, torch our beat
by strink G's
As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this track doin
Kick it to this chick in like Wendys
to touch her tada, honey said "Ah-ah"
Turned the Chewbacca, but I was like...

(X2)

Give me the ass baby, give me the ass baby, can't without the ass baby
Give me the ass baby, give me the ass, oh me the ass, baby give me the
ass
Oh me the ass

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